My last post contained some pictures I found as “treasures” from my cleaning projects. This post is about another treasure—a postcard my husband sent his great-aunt after our first trip together to Missouri, my first trip ever to Missouri.
I’ve written about this visit before, the first time I met my future in-laws—in early June 1977, almost exactly forty years ago. My not-yet-declared fiancé and I traveled to Fort Osage and bought gooseberries, then my not-yet-mother-in-law and I made gooseberry pie. Soon-to-be-fiancé chopped up a stump in the backyard for his parents—that picture I have tucked away in an album.
I always assumed the visit went well enough, since we did later get engaged and were married over Thanksgiving year of that weekend—forty years ago this November. But until his great-aunt returned this postcard to us, I didn’t really know.
Shortly after the visit ended, future hubby wrote:
“Brought a girl home to Mother this trip—one I’d like to keep. She seems agreeable (the girl, that is, though I think Mother too approves.) But I’m old enough not to hold my breath. I’ll believe it when and if the deed is done. . . .”
(I assume by “the deed” he meant getting married; I haven’t asked him for clarification.)
I know I read the postcard when his aunt gave it to us, but then I stashed it in my cupboard. Until I cleaned that cupboard earlier this year, it might as well have been lost. I’m glad I found this treasure.
What treasures from your courtship do you have?